Everything is repeating. Yesterday is repeating, flight routes are repeating... Hats, dogs, hands hanging in space, letters that never reach their destinations are repeating. Fezzes, hidden faces, birds without ranges, desires, Istanbul, night vision binoculars, misunderstandings are repeating. War is repeating. Rhinoceroses, boxing rings, hidden flaws, doubts stabbed into the heart, minefields, hopeless loves, nail files, afternoon naps are repeating. Shame is repeating. Everything is repeating..
Poem of the Foreigner
Austrian Cultural Office İzmir Museum of Arts & Sculpture Gallery Beautiful Viyana
REPEAT / 2013
Because a human is a tradition and consists of repetitions. Once a human has ascended, the rest is always a state of decline. Perpetual repetitions. A red repetition. - Haydar Ergülen
BATTLE FIELD - ATLAS ART GALLERY / 2011
When I woke up, I found myself in an unfamiliar place, my head was spinning badly. When I managed to lift my head, my mind got even more confused. I couldn't tell if it was night or day. I was lying in a disheveled state on the ground turned upside down.